Stream of Consciousness
Postoffice Physics
For a considerable period, I held the belief that there existed tunnels beneath these , where people would intercept the letters and swiftly carry them to their intended recipients.
Similarly, I perceived radio as a realm where little figures would sing tunes while others operated miniature orchestras. I went as far as dismantling numerous radios in my quest to locate these singing figures.
The act of disassembling radios was particularly astonishing to me, given that my parents never once reprimanded me for it. This was approximately four decades ago, a time when money held significant value, quite unlike the present.
When they returned from work, they'd often find the radio in fragments on the table. Yet, not a word of complaint was uttered. This is surprising, considering my father had a rather irritable disposition.
In some way, I connect the act of dissecting those radios to my interest in Physics.
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